THE CANYON by Daniel Senser
The Canyon
Over the course of eons, the flow of water
Has shaped the stone,
The sharp edges smoothed and rounded
By the water’s constant flow.
To weep is an honest exclamation,
A reclamation of the soul.
The rock is old...
A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL by Helen Sokolsky
A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL
I wander through carpets of heather and primrose
leaving behind a discordant arena
my salve is found locked in this garden
where a single flower can restore the soul
no strife present in this cloister...
WHY by Dave Clark
Why
Why.
Who is better off at their final breath?
I cry out.
Why?
I get no answer.
There has to be an answer for this.
Surely some reason,
Some purpose.
But what answer
Would leave me feeling okay
About their demise?
What answer would satisfy?
Why.
I’m...
WINDOWSILL by Geri Gale
Windowsill
I place my boss’s head
on the windowsill
cinematic light shines
on his temples.
I have removed his tongue.
My boss no longer stands
before me no longer lords
over me no longer determines
my future no longer demeans
me no longer lies...
PASSING TIME by John P. Drudge
Passing Time
In the vaguely
Haunted
Eventless days
Of wandering aimlessly
Over bridges
From bank to bank
Past smoky cafes
And cheap hotels
High on wine
And careless oblivion
Putting place
And tradition
Beyond the tangible
Striking
Of my tears
On cobblestones
As...
SUPERNOVA by Alethea Jimison
Supernova
I wish that I knew to tell her that her laugh is a burst of light,
like a flashing supernova.
Her smile is the warmth of home.
The curve of her femininity goes on...
TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AND OTHER LIES I TELL MYSELF by Erin...
Ten Things I Hate About You And Other Lies I Tell Myself
One. You never say thank you or please, and
You hate everything that’s breathing.
I discovered it since day One, of course, and
soon...
SLOW MOTION by Merlin Flower
Slow motion
Frozen in the depths
of the holiday, a horrendous
thought awoke,
and snared.
are friends
the real enemies?
you said you were broke
as I was waiting for the ‘ever running
late’ bus ruminating on
the mounting debts...
BREEZE by Alan Berger
BREEZE
There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be
A sweet gust between the two of us
A truce of sorts if you want to call it that
A sort of cease fire...
I TOOK IT AS A SIGN TO START SINGING by Richard Grove
I Took it as a Sign to Start Singing
Inspired by Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks
Last night the full moon floated
in the stillness of my cool,
lake-view horizon.
I took it as a sign to start...